Bianca Stilinski was in a small airport just outside of Beacon Hills sitting cross-legged on an uncomfortable plastic bench that was warped from its many years of use. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her foot tapped incessantly against the hideous linoleum flooring. Stiles wasn't on time, as usual, so she was stuck waiting.

"Should've just gotten a Lyft," Bianca murmured to herself with a shake of her head. She didn't know why she was even surprised. Maybe she just figured he wouldn't be late for something like welcoming back his twin sister who was away for two years.

Their father, John, had sent Bianca off to an all girls boarding school in Ohio where her mother's side of the family originated. She went at the start of her sophomore year in an effort to help her straighten out her act. As it turned out, sending her to the middle of nowhere with a bunch of sexually repressed ladies wasn't quite the punishment he was hoping it would be. To put it mildly, Bianca made the most out of her time there, and nothing about her had 'straightened.'

As for why she was shipped off in the first place, it was the classic story of a rebellious teenager. One wouldn't guess by looking at her, but Bianca used to be what most would consider the perfect daughter. She got good grades, took ballet classes, and was even a decorated Girl Scout. She was the epitome of sweetness, a well-behaved child. However, all of that changed after her mother, with whom she was quite close, died when she was only eight years old.

Following that trauma, she never felt the same. Bianca kept on pretending, though. For a long time, she continued acting how she always had despite the fact that it was no longer who she was. She thought that if she pretended to be her old self for long enough that she'd eventually feel like her old self.

That time never came.

Everything came to a boiling point the summer before her freshman year. All those years of acting like someone she wasn't and trying so hard to be what everyone else wanted her to be finally caught up to her and Bianca snapped. With the help of Lydia Martin, one of her oldest friends, Bianca reinvented herself. From then on, she wasn't benevolent little Bianca. She had been rebranded Bianca the bitch. What followed was a year of debauchery that landed her in more trouble than she'd ever been in throughout her entire life combined.

Eventually, John couldn't take it anymore. Being the sheriff of Beacon Hills, it didn't reflect well on him that he couldn't even keep his own daughter under control and out of handcuffs. So, after calling in a plethora of favors, he made his problem child disappear.

Bianca would be lying if she said she didn't resent him for it. He just couldn't accept the person she had become. Instead, he rejected her.

Over the time she was gone, John and Stiles rarely visited Bianca because they couldn't afford the plane tickets. They didn't speak that often either since Bianca usually opted to use her allotted phone calls per week to talk to friends. That is of course when she didn't have her phone privileges revoked. Truthfully, she'd barely had any contact with anyone from Beacon Hills the whole time she was gone. She even spent her summer's in Ohio, living with her grandparents and working at an ice cream shop where she made most of her money selling weed in the back.

It felt surreal to Bianca to be so close to Beacon Hills, to her home, after being so far for so long. Two years sounded like nothing, but to her, it felt like it had been much longer. She wasn't quite sure about what to expect upon her return. Especially because not many people were aware she was coming back to California. Bianca was looking forward to being back in the town where she grew up, but she couldn't shake the clinging sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. The thought of reuniting with her father and living under his roof again made her somewhat apprehensive. She was even nervous about seeing Stiles.

As with many siblings, their relationship was a rocky one with many ups and downs. People always assumed that they were inseparable since they were twins and all, but that wasn't the case with them. They spent much more time fighting than they did getting along. They did love each other, though. Despite all of their differences, they always loved one and other. However, Bianca was seriously reconsidering that enduring sibling love as she continued to wait in the airport.

"I promise I'll be there on time, B," she said under her breath in a mocking voice, mimicking what Stiles told her when they spoke earlier. She peered down at her phone for what must have been the hundredth time checking for any messages from Stiles. Preferably ones pleading her forgiveness for being so late. Bianca Stilinski was many things, but patient was definitely not one of them.

Just as she was preparing to call her brother and leave a colorful rant on his voicemail, Bianca heard someone shouting her name from across the terminal. Her head whipped around to find the source, and she saw Stiles jogging over to her with a giant, goofy grin on his mole speckled face. She rose from her seat, her arms dropping to her sides as all of her agitation over being stranded dissipated at the sight of him.

Even from a distance, Bianca could tell how he'd changed over the past couple years. He had gotten taller, lost his baby fat, and he'd grown out that awful buzz cut he used to have. Stiles somehow managed to look like a completely different person, yet still exactly the same.

A smile tugged at her ruby painted lips as Stiles rushed towards her, his arms outstretched for a hug that he forcefully dragged Bianca in to. It took a moment before Bianca reciprocated the gesture. Her arms hung limply for a few seconds as his tightened around her. Stiles nearly lifted her off of the ground when she threw her arms around him, both of them bursting into a fit of laughter. Even in her heels, Bianca's face was pressed against his chest. Ordinarily, she'd try to avoid such contact so as not to ruin her makeup, but she didn't care at that moment. Besides, it was his shirt that would be ruined.

"I missed you," Stiles said, rocking them back and forth.

Bianca let out a breath of relief and replied, "I missed you, too." She released her hold on him and tried to create space between them, but Stiles gently pulled her closer again. He deeply inhaled the scent of her chestnut tresses, something that prompted Bianca to shove him away. "What the hell are you doing? I know you missed me, but I doubt you missed me that much."

"Your hair smells like…" Stiles paused and glanced around before leaning down as he asked, "Are you baked right now?"

Snorting, Bianca reached up to ruffle his dark locks. "Baked like a cake," she said, not bothering to lower her voice in the slightest.

"Bianca," Stiles groaned and swatted her away from his carefully styled hair. One of his hands rubbed his forehead while the other propped up on his hip.

"What? It's not like I could take my stash on the plane with me, so I had to smoke it beforehand. Also, you don't get to lecture me when you're more than thirty minutes late!" She drove her point home with a swift jab to Stiles's shoulder.

He cringed at the impact, grabbing the place Bianca had punched as he drew in a hiss of air between his teeth. "Okay, that better not bruise," he said while rubbing the sore spot.

"Unfortunately, I think you'll live," she retorted with a roll of her brown eyes. "Now, come on. Help me carry my stuff so we can get out of here before security catches up with me," Bianca teased, bending to gather up as many things as she could carry herself.

"Security being after you is not totally outside of the realm of possibility, so please tell me you're joking," he said as he frantically scrambled to grab everything Bianca couldn't.

Since she was already walking away at a quick pace, she called over her shoulder, "Relax; I was kidding. You know I don't get caught."

Stiles caught up to her and easily matched her stride so that they were side by side. He thought about saying something about how her rap sheet would rival the claim that she never got caught, but decided against it. "Well, you should be more clear. It can be hard to tell with you sometimes," he said.

"The girls at my boarding school never had any trouble knowing when I was joking. They thought I was hilarious. They couldn't get enough of my humor," Bianca bragged, haughtily flipping her long hair over her shoulders so that it was falling down her back.

A stifling scoff escaped Stiles prefacing the comment, "Yeah, I'm sure it was your humor they couldn't get enough of."

"Still jealous that your sister does better with women than you ever have or ever will?" Bianca asked, quirking an eyebrow as she glanced over at him.

Genuine offense flitted across Stiles's features. "Hey, I'll have you know that I do just fine. In fact, I have a girlfriend. Her name is Malia, and she is, like, way out of my league."

"It's not like it's that difficult to be your league," Bianca said.

Stiles stopped short mere yards away from the exit with a puzzled expression. "We're identical twins," he pointed out.

She paused as well to face him, rebutting, "The older we get, the less and less we look alike. I thank God for that every day."

"You don't believe in God."

"Why must you always nitpick?" She questioned to which Stiles simply shrugged in response. He opened his mouth to continue, but Bianca cut him off before he could utter another irritating syllable. "Hurry up. These bags are heavy." They made their way out to the parking lot, and the moment Bianca stepped outside, lightning struck across the sky and thunder boomed. "Well, that's a good sign," she grumbled to herself.

Stiles' eyes flickered nervously towards the sky. He shook his head and briskly walked ahead of her, leading the way to his beat up Jeep. As if it would be hard to spot amongst the rest of the vehicles in the lot which, unlike the Jeep, weren't older than them. When they got to the car, he opened up the back and piled Bianca's bags in haphazardly.

"Careful!" She scolded upon witnessing his rough treatment of her luggage. "My make up kits are worth more than this piece of shit you drive."

"Yeah, right," Stiles said, doubt clear in his tone. "You're just jealous you didn't get a car too, but that's what happens when you steal dad's liquor stash to take to a party. That he ended up busting. A story that will never get old."

She glared at him and shoved the things she held into his arms, moving him out of the way so that she could rearrange her precious items more carefully. "At this point, the Jeep is mostly duct tape which is not nearly as expensive as my lipstick collection."

"Where the hell did you even get enough money to buy stuff like that?" He inquired as she took a couple more bags from his grasp.

"Working at the ice cream shop." Her answer sounded a little too rehearsed for his liking.

"You seriously expect me to believe that you can afford that shit off of a summer job?" He asked incredulously.

"No," she replied, "but you don't need to know my life."

Stiles gave her the last bit of luggage to load as he said, "Of course because it's not like we're related or anything."

"Exactly," Bianca said, grinning while she slammed the trunk closed.

She made her way around to the passenger's side, Stiles taking his place in the driver's seat, but she was shocked to see that there was already an occupant sticking his head out the window. She recognized him instantly. "Scotty!" Bianca exclaimed. Scott McCall's face lit up with a smile upon seeing her. She was already lacing an arm around his neck to give him a one armed hug.

He gave her petite body an affectionate squeeze as best he could with a car door between them. "I can't believe you're back," Scott said as they pulled away from each other.

"I know, right? Dreams almost never come true, yet here I am," Bianca said, gesturing to herself. Scott chuckled at her, and she went to get into the back seat. She continued, "We'll have plenty of time to catch up later, but right now let's just get to the high school. I've got a few more reunions to have before the night is up."

"Hi," an unfamiliar and awkward voice piped up beside her. She peered to her left to see innocent blue eyes looking back at her that belonged to a young blond boy who had a crooked smirk on his lips. His appearance wasn't ringing any bells in Bianca's mind, but everything about him screamed 'lost puppy' to her.

Bianca shifted forward and stuck her head in the gap between Stiles and Scott. "What is this?" She asked plainly.

"What we're babysitting tonight," Stiles said, not needing clarification as to what she meant. He jiggled his keys around in the ignition for awhile before the engine finally revved to life and they were able to begin their journey.

Scott caught Bianca's gaze in the rearview mirror. "His name is Liam Dunbar; he's going to be a sophomore this year. Please be nice," he implored.

Bianca peeked back at the boy and purred, "Adorable." She chuckled at the look on Liam's face before directing her attention to Stiles. "By the way, you never told me why you were late, Miec-"

Stiles held up a hand to silence her and proclaimed, "If you say my real name, I swear I will tell everyone at school that you were born with a tail!"

Unfazed by his threat, Bianca countered, "That wouldn't even be the most absurd rumor I've heard about myself. If you tell me why you were late and why you couldn't even send me a simple text, then I won't say it."

"We just got a little tied up," he vaguely explained, craning his neck to glance pointedly at Liam for a moment before returning his eyes to the road. Liam seemed unamused by the answer whereas Scott was having difficulty holding back laughter. Bianca was confused as to why it was funny, but, frankly, she was sure she'd regret asking. "And as for why I couldn't text you, my phone stopped working. All of ours did. Probably because of the storm coming in. Happy?"

Satisfied enough with his excuse, she said, "Whatever, let's just get to school quickly so we won't get stuck at the end of the line."

"We just have to pick up my girlfriend, drop off the kid, and then we'll go. Lydia is already on her way there, so she'll save us a spot," Stiles assured her.

"What are you all doing tonight anyway?" Liam wondered. "They won't tell me."

Though the question was aimed at Bianca, it was Scott who replied. "We can't say, it's a-"

"This dumb tradition called Senior Scribe," Bianca interjected while inspecting her perfectly manicured nails.

"You're not supposed to tell underclassmen!" Stiles whined.

"What? It's not like he wasn't going to find out eventually," she said in defense.

"Yeah, when it was his time," Scott mumbled.

. "Well, I'm not exactly looking forward to it," Bianca admitted, slumping against her window. "I mean, my initials are 'BS' for fuck's sake."

"You could use your nickname like I'm going to," Stiles offered as a solution.

Bianca glowered at him. "My nickname is 'B,' moron. Do you see the predicament?"

"Oh, how could I forget? Stands for bitch if I'm not mistaken?" He retaliated.

Scott let out an exasperated sigh and murmured, "You two have been together less than twenty minutes, and you're already at each other's throats."

"She started it."

"He started it."

They spoke in unison with equal vehemence.

Before another argument could erupt, Stiles turned off the main road into a parking lot where two people Bianca didn't recognize stood by a fallen tree. One a middle aged man, the other a girl who seemed to be around her age. They were presumably father and daughter despite the fact that they didn't look too much alike. Stiles honked the horn a few times to alert them of his arrival as he cranked down his window and came to a squeaking stop. It was then that Bianca remembered Stiles mentioned they would be picking up his girlfriend. She immediately perked up and stretched her neck to see around Liam to get a better look.

Stiles hung his arm out the window and said, "Sorry we're late." The statuesque brunette scurried over to the Jeep with a pearly grin on her full lips. "Hey," he greeted as she reached the car, but he was promptly cut off when she initiated a noisy kiss.

Bianca leaned forward between the front seats again with her mouth gaping open not only because of the disgustingly intimate PDA involving her brother but because he wasn't lying when he told her Malia was a total smoke-show.

They separated from their lingering kiss, and Liam popped up as well, declaring, "I'm sorry, too."

The older man's light eyes squinted at the boys. He crossed his arms over his chest and asked, "You boys do remember I own a gun, right?"

"Vividly," Stiles said, unable to meet the man's gaze as a visible gulp traveled down his throat.

He threw Malia a wink over his shoulder as he turned to leave.

Definitely her father, Bianca surmised. That was the same type of shit John would pull if Bianca brought home a guy. Or, more accurately, if he caught her with a guy. As if she would ever bring one home to meet him of her own volition.

Malia climbed into the rather cramped backseat, forcing Liam to be sandwiched between her and Bianca. He didn't seem to mind all too much. Once she was settled in, she faced Bianca and introduced herself. "I'm Malia Tate, and you must be Bianca."

She was glad Malia didn't try to initiate a handshake or any other sort of physical contact. Bianca always found it a strange way to greet someone new. "Yeah, I'm sure Stiles must've told you a lot about me-"

"Actually, he doesn't talk much about you." Malia interrupted, tilting her head to the side.

Astonishment contorted Bianca's features, her eyes widening to twice their already large size. Her glance darted back and forth between Stiles, who was hyper focused on driving, and Malia. She knew it was the truth because of the guilt that showed on his face. When she spoke, it was with overt outrage. "What?! You don't brag about me? Why not? I'd brag about me."

"You do brag about you," Scott pointed out, though he was ignored.

Before Stiles could defend himself, Bianca turned back to Malia and informed her, "Well, I didn't even know you existed until half an hour ago."

"You didn't tell her about me?" Malia questioned with her eyes narrowing at Stiles who shrunk down in his seat under the weight of her accusatory stare.

"Nope," Bianca responded for him. "All he told me was that you were out of his league, but I think he undersold you. You two aren't even playing the same game."

Malia tore her withering glare off of Stiles and said, "I don't play lacrosse if that's what you mean. But I'm not really sure he does either."

"Trust me, he doesn't. Why're you with him exactly?" Bianca waited as Malia shot a look to Stiles as if he was supposed to provide an answer for her, but he was determined not to get involved. Disregarding Liam's presence between them, Bianca leaned closer to the other girl with a mischievous smirk on her lips. "I can tell you for a fact that there are far better Stilinski's right under your nose."

It was at this point that Stiles decided to intervene. He reached into the back with one arm, pushing Bianca's shoulder to create some distance between her and his girlfriend. "Cut it out! If you try to steal her from me, I will end you," he threatened.

"I'd like to see you try," Bianca snarkily retorted as she sat back in her seat.

A tense silence filled the car. Scott brought it upon himself to attempt to ease the pressure as he was prone to do; especially when it came to diffusing the Stilinski twins. "So, B, are you excited to go back to Beacon Hills High?"

She plastered on a fake smile that stretched tightly across her face. "Go cyclones," Bianca chanted with lackluster enthusiasm.

"That's the spirit," Stiles quipped sarcastically. His voice only served to renew Bianca's anger.

Clenching her jaw, Bianca said, "A cyclone isn't a mascot, okay? It's fucking weather!" Her point was emphasized by the downpour of rain that immediately followed her words.

The ominous thunder and lightning that had been making an intermittent appearance since she walked outside the airport had finally led to a full blown storm. It was in no way gradual. The sky let everything it had stored up loose all at once. The windshield wipers were going as fast as they could without having them fly off, yet Stiles was still finding it difficult to see the road further than a few yards ahead. He hunched closer to the steering wheel, trying to navigate his way to the hospital safely.

"Maybe we should all just be quiet so Stiles can focus on driving," Malia suggested.

Scott gave her a grateful look over his shoulder and said, "Great idea."

Bianca didn't argue for a change. Normally, she would emphatically object being told what to do, but, instead, she settled for gazing out the rain splattered window. She chose to enjoy the calm that silence brought while it lasted before returning to her old haunts where insanity was bound to ensue. For years, crazy antics seemed to follow Bianca around like a fox stalking a rabbit. She'd grown accustomed to it, though. Hell, she even learned to embrace it, to revel in it. She knew that when she reentered her old life in Beacon Hills, moments of peace would be few and far between.

A/N: At long last, it's finally back! I know not a ton of action happened in this first chapter, but the fun really begins when Theo gets involved which will be in the next one. I plan on doing two chapters per episode so that they're not crazy long like last time. I just really want to thank everyone who has stuck with this story and continued to support me throughout the process of the rewrite. Specifically, I want to shout out yourpalmoony (aka papermoon262) who has been there for me every step of the way, guiding me through everything. I couldn't have done it without her. Again, thank you, and I love you all!